The Day's After

 The day after we moved in was Rita's birthday. I was determined to try to make it better.


view from apartment widow showing U-Haul truck moving stuff in
This is the view from my apartment window on Saturday morning, Nov 1, 2025.

Ignoring my cancer for the day, I had a plan.  I was going to pick Rita up at Noon and we were going to have fun. Damit!



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